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Eric opened his eyes as the all-too-familiar voice called him. “Master Eric?" It inquired carefully, calculatedly. He turned his head and looked at it. The machine informed him, “Your presence is required in the Dining room in one hour, Master Romulus requests it.”

It was really great that he was being informed and all, but the wrong kind of grammar always made him wonder why the company that developed these never fixed them to use easier-to-understand sentences. Something like, “Master Romulus requests your presence.” But then again, there was not much of a difference. Somehow, though, the sentence didn't feel right to him.

He slowly got out of bed and straightened his clothes. He changed into his white suit, and carefully came out of the room, opening the dining room door and politely entering. He noticed the two already at the table and took his customary place in front of Max, reaching for his customary bacon as he greeted them with a nod. “Hey!” He exclaimed simply. “Everything good?” He asked as he bit into his breakfast. Bits and pieces of what might have been a dream came to him. An alarm going off... something about some kind of some thing being detected... and him whispering, “Alarm off.”